His roommate (Jasmine's perspective)

This felt like a fucking nightmare to Jasmine. As she contemplated her morning last hour. First, she was just standing on her production line at the Winery where she worked. In some ways, she considered it was a bit beneath her as she had a 4 year business degree from an Australian university with a minor in marketing.

However, the company had soon recognized her social skills, ability to mind and her sharp wit for marketing. Now she worked half in sales, convincing already drunk upperclass groups of women to buy their admittedly pretty good **** and half bottling said product. The commission and hourly wage definitely adequately compensated her for the former. She'd do it full time but it was a small winery and they didn't sell the volume to justify a full time sales staff.

Yet a part of Jasmine wondered if she'd even have a job anymore. She'd literate just stopped what she was doing and just up and left. Her coworker was probably the one most dismayed. She was aware of the longing glances that came from across the conveyer belt and honestly couldn't blame him. She knew she was already hot this morning and if she ever went back to that job, she'd be a huge distraction. Hell, it was hard to drive here and keep her eyes off the rear view mirror she'd adjusted to see herself on the way.

Somehow, she'd lost about 20 pounds, seemingly maybe ten years in age and her beasts wildly swung from her previous size to insanely big, so big the pressure of them tore her bra off and her shirt open to just porn-star stripper sized. These literal half basketballs on her chest had to be double Ds. As if a teenager's most vivid prepubescent fantasy had reached out and set her new course in life. Since before just a few men were obsessed enough with her breasts before to shout at her, they'd pay her money to see them, with her new endowment, she suspected even priests would be hollaring alongside them.

Finally, after arriving on campus, she encountered both the most peculiar thoughts and a charade of both gasps of disbelief or perhaps arousal from women, stares and objectifying pointing as one student would point to another to make sure he or she didn't miss the spectacular provocative display of her tits wide in the open. The entire world, seeing her breasts braless and showing thru her ripped shirt, which strangely, didn't even bother Jasmine that much as they didn't feel like "her" breasts and more like a person was seeing a prosthetic even though they were very very much hers, only larger, firmer, more centered and just plain impossibly perfect.

If the Nile River was filled with all the ejaculations she'd be inspiring that evening, it would immediately cause a monsoon. Her morning didn't get any better when she found herself standing before a door to a dorm room, knowing she'd came her because she needed to suck the cock of whoever answered the door. A thought that to her seemed as bizarrely illogical as breasts magically expanding to quadruple their volume and then back down to somewhere between double or triple their previous size.

Yet, that was nothing compared to her sudden realizations on her walk to that door. Realizations like despite her attractiveness, she never really had a man who was huge in her life and that she desperately wanted to cross of "giant cock" from her sexual bucklist. She now felt she distinctively deserved a huge dicked lover and it played a huge role in how attractive a man was to her.

Hot bodies helped but cock size over money for sure or social status. Somehow, during her walk, she'd decided that the moment she engaged in sex with a giant cock that she'd instantly and forever be changed. That emotionally she'd fall so hard. The thought both scared her and delighted her. Yet, she knew it was a fundamental fact of life that was unchangeable like the sun rising each morning, that she'd orgasm the moment such a magnificent 10" or greater, thick specimen entered her and each time it shoved its way into her tight little pussy, stretching her out afterwards.

Just the thought of that, had her dripping wet imagining it. It was something she knew she desired, with the right guy, of course as she wasn't a slut. She wanted to give herself to someone hung and worthy. Which made it all the more strange that when the door opened, it was not some stud or playboy but the lanky, body of Sam Hudson, her former dance partner and geek extraordinaire.

The only thing remarkable about him was that he could dance well. Momentarily, she was relieved knowing that Sam was a good guy. While Sam lusted after her, he'd always been respectful and maybe he'd have an oversized shirt she could stuff her tits into and at least be able to make it back to her apartment in some semblance of modesty to try to figure out what the fucking was going on.

Desperately attempting to explain her ordeal to Sam, she only got out a few words in edge wise before she sank to her knees. The past few moments, daydreaming and recalling all the events that had occurred up that point while waiting for the door to be answered, had almost pushed the foreboding sensation of her helplessness to suck the cock of whomever she met out of the forefront of her thoughts.

Still, she pleaded as fast as she could for help only to be cut off thinking to herself "Jesus Christ" as she her body's betrayal took place. In that moment, feeling as if her fate was sealed. She got about as far as trying to say someone was controlling her body when the shock of realizing she was about to suck off Sam Hudson and the monster that crossed her eyes made the only thought possible in her mind, "Jesus fucking christ!". It was so fucking huge. Massive. Way over ten inches which almost petrified Jasmine knowing the control this dick could give Sam over her.

It felt as if time had slowed down to a crawl as she saw the length of his cock pass across her eyes as her body sank into position. Feeling her mouth moisten as if took the head of his shafts into her mouth with a lot of struggle and effort. The head was like a can of soda in thickness. Her tongue licking around the head and the small area of the shafts she could reach. Spreading her saliva around so she could swallow more and more of the monster in her mouth. Jasmine still tried to plead for help. Praying someone would make this whole situation end and life could go back to normal only to mutter "mmm MMM MMMMFFFF" as her face was filled entirely. Yet with one word "Shh" suddenly she was silent. She knew she was pleading Sam for help moments ago but now was entirely focused on pleasuring this huge, massive, cock and fuck if she couldn't help get dripping wet thinking about what this cock could do to her. The pile of quivering mess of pleasure she'd become the moment it entered her.

She was as sure of that as the sun would rise tomorrow yet she didn't want to share that type of intimate connection of intensive, multiple, full body orgasm with someone she'd only met on a few occasions. That was something one should save for a soulmate...a very well equipped soulmate. She knew, intense, powerful orgasms like that affected how you felt, how you saw your partner b/c she'd been with some good lovers and she lost herself in the most pleasurable of those relationships. Orgasms like those were to be saved for someone she was sure she wanted to have as a lifetime partner.

That didn't stop her from sucking Sam's cock deeper and deeper into her mouth as she started to gag reaching the six inch mark. To her mortification, there she was, gagging on a massive ridiculously sized cock as she witnessed movement to her right. Yes, not only was she deepthroating a casual friend but someone was witnessing her acting like Sam's whore! "God, why did that thought send pleasure thru my body?!" screamed Jasmine as she swallowed Sam's eighth inch into her throat before pulling out and gasping for air.

Her mortification continued she looked from the college student with a pleading, please help me and make this stop expression to glance at Sam's eyes that seemed unwavering in confidence, proud and in such bliss. It was like he felt he'd accomplished his life goal or something. "Pretty sad," thought Jasmine between gasps for breath, "If your life goal is to have one specific set of lips wrapped around your dick and not like curing cancer or travelling to every country in the world or something noteworthy." Mind you, she had gotten great at sucking cock thanks to her first and only boyfriend that was just about 8 inches. 3 years of relationship later and she'd learned to deepthroating without gagging -- much -- Sam was just SO much more girthy, she couldn't help doing gagging a little.

As sad it may have been, Jasmine was sure Sam was behind this, if the expression on his face was any indicator. If any doubt had been left, his insane sized cock that seemed to have grown in volume, presumably, as much as her tits pretty much proved it. "Pure coincidence, I'm sure," thought a sarcastic Jasmine as she felt her head descend again to worship the behemoth, "that I become a walking wet dream, huge cock obsessed and primed for pleasure from massive cock and the next thing I know, I'm here on my knees sucking one belonging to Sam-lanky-fucking-Hudson."

Disgusted by Sam as she as, Jasmine was even more disgusted when he simply looked at this roommate and uttered the misogynistic line, "What can I say? Girls see a cock this big and they just can't help themselves. Tell the man you're a slut for my huge cock." Even though, up to this moment, she'd done nothing to dissuade that initial impression the roommate could have gleaned from her just entering a room, seeing Sam's massive cock and treating him to probably the best sexual experience of his life. It's not everyday an Australian supermodel-esque babe shows you how well she can deepthroat more than half of your over foot long cock. "Fuck," thought Jasmine wondering how many years of practice mastering this could take, only to think "Fuckkkkk, I am so not!" as she heard her mouth utter those slutty words as soon as Sam's cock was removed from it's pleasurable, wet, sloppy depths.

Worse yet, was the command to follow Sam as she showed off her tight, firm ass to his roommate on the way to their room. "No no no no no," thought Jasmine figuring she knew exactly where this was going to lead. Sam's massive cock in her tight, soaking wet pussy and her falling for him because of the intense pleasure she was about to feel. She knew Sam was not relationship material, even if, he had the cock she dreamed her ex bf had. "If he had that tool, she'd probably be in Australia sucking him off every morning, every night and a few times in the afternoon between bouts of riding him," thought Jasmine knowing just how fucking good a cock that big on someone who'd know how to use it like her ex would feel.

Nonetheless, Sam had forbid her for talking as she crawled along her knees, towards the door and closed it behind her with her foot. "Fuck," thought Jasmine as she crawled to between his legs were he was sitting on the bed, the most victorious expression she'd ever witnessed on his body. Inwardly, she just prayed that someone, somewhere would help her. Whatever kind of control Sam had over her, it had to be undoable, right? She'd escape somehow, right? "Dear god, please let it happen before that monster gets inside me," thought Jasmine.